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An escape story

It took us one night to become two little diasporas, Escaped from the same mother ship. Were we that wanted to leaveor somebody kicked us out of the board? It was dark, the water was coming fast. We jumped in the sea, swam toward the only light visible. It wasn't worth crying. After all, there was too much salt around.

No escape story makes sense if there is no night in it. Or someone to blame for your constant bad luck.It’s the call of the wild:To get out the guilt, not the justice.

I never fear of going crazy, but numb insteadOr getting sea blues. We stare at the other side of ocean now. Waiting for any sign that tells, we are still important to somebody there. But nothing moves.

Over our heads, the moon, like a big egg yolk in a gigantic dark plate, gleams a pale quiet wisdom. The silence often means impatience, not peace.

Almost...

Until you realize what I am doing, I will keep onStealing you. As simple as that.I watch you silently, try to predict your mind, to understand the next step, Or I would rather say your next stop,Without getting caught.

I can even read lips from distance. But it’s not easy. Sometimes even you admit how hard is to enter your own heart, how quickly you can turn into somebody else. Or into a multi personality beingAnd since I have got my own dilemmas,All this makes my choice difficult: To be a mass thief or once at a time one…

My dream is by all means, your nightmare But nobody cares about you more then I do. When I see you tired, sitting in the darkWith your arms hanging down like a sad willowI wish we could exchange our legs.You should always go somewhere far. I should Always clean after you. And we can both be happy. Almost.